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It was Polly, however, who discovered the Roseberry family, for Polly, who had spent her life far from cities, had developed her imagination, and could fashion from unpromising material the most fascinating things, and though she, too, picked her share of cranberries, she also gathered a lot of roseberries which she declared were the biggest she had ever seen.
If I could only see Grace Roseberry in this room, how fearlessly I could meet her now!" She closed the library door, while Lady Janet opened the other door which led into the hall. As she turned and looked back into the dining-room a cry of astonishment escaped her.
She paused, and followed those words by a question which struck a creeping terror through Grace Roseberry, from the hair of her head to the soles of her feet: "Who are you?" The suppressed fury of look and tone which accompanied that question told, as no violence could have told it, that the limits of Mercy's endurance had been found at last.
"How do you know it was my knife?" asked Frank. "Because it had your name on it. Of course I didn't see the knife used, but Judge Roseberry found it the next morning right under the windlass." "Who?" fairly shouted Frank. "Judge Roseberry. The knife fitted to the cut. Judge Roseberry came to me with it. 'Dobbins, says he to me, 'business is business. I have made a discovery.
The servants had better be warned beforehand, in case of this adventuress or madwoman, whichever she may be, attempting to make her way into the house." "It shall be done immediately," said Lady Janet. Julian answered without ringing the bell. "I am more interested than ever," he said, "now I find that Miss Roseberry herself is your guest at Mablethorpe House."
An interval of a moment passed, and the worn white face of Grace Roseberry showed itself stealthily, looking into the dining-room. Her eyes brightened with vindictive pleasure as they discovered Mercy sitting alone at the further end of the room. Inch by inch she opened the door more widely, took one step forward, and checked herself.
"Take that to her," she said, "and then come back to me." Dismissing Grace Roseberry from all further consideration, Lady Janet sat, with her letter to Mercy in her hand, reflecting on her position, and on the efforts which it might still demand from her.
Through Julian only could she say the words which were to establish Grace Roseberry in her right position in the house. How was her confession to be addressed to him? In writing? or by word of mouth?
An interval passed a long interval, measured by the impatient reckoning of suspense after the cab which had taken Grace Roseberry away had left the house. The minutes followed each other; and still the warning sound of Horace's footsteps was not heard on the marble pavement of the hall.
"We must build a birch bark ship for the Hips family," said Polly, changing the subject. "Your Applebys can live on my island and if they don't want to associate with the Roseberries they can have a cave to themselves." "Roseberry is such a nice pleasant name for wicked people," remarked Mary. "Why don't you call them something else?" "Nobody ever does call them that," returned Polly readily.
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